It didn’t start badly. It started with me noticing how low the fire had become in our marriage. Our marriage felt like a pot on a dying coal stove: barely …

Less than twenty days ago, I lost my first love and only love. She is a doctor, a poet, and a writer who graduated from a university in Cairo two …

For a long time, marriage has been my biggest prayer point. I am 35, but I don’t have a man in my life. Every night, I tell God the kind …

I never grew up with my mother the way most children do. While other kids had their mothers, I was always with other people. Always. Even for the short while …

Sometimes, I wonder why society only talks about female hormones—how women act when they’re ovulating. They talk about mood swings, and why a woman might want love today and space …

Grief is strange. It doesn’t always come from death. Sometimes it comes from abandonment, from betrayal, from the slow, painful tearing apart of a life you built with someone you …

I grew up in a middle-class family. We weren’t rich, but we were never poor either. The one thing we were sure of was at least two meals a day. …

When I finish telling my story, I know some people will ask why I stayed so long or why I kept trying to make him choose me. All I can …

I’ve never been the type to demand things from a man. I wasn’t raised that way. If you love me, show it. If you want to give me something, let …

My husband and I have been married for five years, and we have three children. For the first three years of our marriage, I lived with my husband’s mother and …

I was passing by a church where a wedding was going on. I wasn’t dressed like a lady attending a wedding—I was just walking to the market to get a …

Bright didn’t strike me as extraordinary when we first met. He was just a regular guy with a friendly smile and a confident tone. We exchanged numbers casually—no sparks, no …